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Afterwards, both Amy and Broderick left the room so the doctor can do his work. They both walked back outside and were soon seated inside the car. "You have not said a word, I know you did not beleive me, but I'm telling the truth. Callan is just being a jerk, I hate him with passion, he cheated on me and..." She was interrupted with his lips locking up on hers, he pulled her closer to himself and kissed her very passionately. Exploring her mouth with his tongue, Amy was lost in the kissing that her eyas shut, she was responding to the passionate kiss and was getting very wet and horny.

Leaning across her own mother's face, she began to kiss and lick all over the spongy blood engorged head of his cock. "Amy, oh my god. What are you doing Amy? Jeez, I, ummm...Amy, you should stop, just in case, uh...you know, God...what if...mmmm, your mom wakes up." Ron halfway pleaded in a hushed tone, although he made no effort to escape Amy's tongue.

Ellie confessed again, her lips brushing against Amy’s collarbone. “It hurts.” Amy’s hand lifted to cradle her jaw, tilting her face up to meet her gaze. “It’ll hurt for a while,” she admitted, eyes glinting with a mix of tenderness and command. “But we can hold it together. You don’t have to carry it alone.” Ellie blinked, tears brimming but a soft smile forming. “You… you always make it feel like I’m not alone,” she whispered. “You’re not,” Amy said firmly. She leaned down to brush her lips against Ellie’s in a slow, deliberate kiss, long and grounding. It was tender, intimate—but beneath it, the familiar tension, the pull of desire, hummed low like a current they both knew.

Especially Kuya CL who looks like going to explode anytime. “Kuya Gideon Dorian and Kuya Christopher Leonel, please just let him be. Anyway, it’s not as if it’s a big deal. Just look at me right now, I am not even crying about our break up. So can you both calm down?” I begged and even used my powerful puppy eyes for effect like what I am doing if there is anything I want them to give me. But sadly, it doesn’t have any effect on them.

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.

It was daring yet seductive. My eyes widened like hell. Is this really me? After Amy helped me get over my shock, we finished up and jumped into her Dad’s sleek, black Range Rover. She’d told her Dad she was going alone. When the alpha’s sexy hunk driver spotted me through the mirror, Amy gave him a deep, hot kiss that was enough to shut him up. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window in embarrassment. Why do I always fall into awkward situations like this? “She’s cool,” The driver who I found out is named Tod says, starting the car.

“Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.” “You should have seen your face.” He continued to laugh. As I kept glaring at him, he said “Oh, don’t be sad, if you want you can kiss me.” “Not kiss… I’m going to kill you.” I hit him with my elbow. Then we became silent and kept enjoying the view. As I looked at the water in front of me, I started to have a weird imagination of going on an Ocean trip that made me wonder if Hayden ever traveled by sea.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

And then he whispered, “I love you, Scarlett.” My heart stopped. Scarlett. I tried to move, to slip away—but he pulled me closer. His lips captured mine in a kiss so passionate. Tender. Hungry. And I didn’t stop him. Because for a moment, just one, I let myself pretend. That he was kissing me. “Fuck,” Damien groaned, grabbing his head as he pushed me to the side and collapsed back onto the bed. I sat up, watching him for a moment. He was out cold again, snoring softly.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.